Louis w the camera. claudia w the diary..

Soooooooooo I saw this tweet

and.......it has consumed me!  I already know what y’all are going to say!  I know I have a lot on my plate, ok 😭😭!  I’m just being hit by ideas and prompts left and right!  Sometimes I’m just compelled to write them!  

Anyway, here’s the opening of what I’m working on.

some TW: Body mutilation (missing limbs), injury, violence, cursing, war

                                                    Then

Once Donnie took control of the Technodrome, it was frustratingly easy to take them down.  Leo doesn’t remember much of the initial assault.  He was too focused on cutting down the Kraang Generals in front of him.  They’re old, Leo can tell by the faded yellow of their eyes and the thickness of their leathery skin, but they’re the only generation left now.  The Kraang had closed ranks once the resistance shut down their birthing centers.  A Kraang hadn’t been produced on Earth soil in four years, and they’re numbers continued to dwindle with each successful attack on overtaken cities around the world.  Now, after so much death, they’re able to launch an attack on Kraangs last strong hold.

New York.  What a fucking town.  

The battle passes in flashes.  Gold chains tearing through machines and alien flesh.  Red covering the sky as Raph roars through Kraangified humans and animals alike.  The green of April’s magic crushing most of the battlefield and finally, the fiery red fall of the Technodrome.  A purple beam of metal cuts the falling wiggling ship in half, creating an open for them, and ending any hope of the machine getting off the ground.  Leo finds himself in the dilapidated throne room with his family at his back and retribution in his heart.  

What stands before them is an abomination and their last obstacle to freedom.  The Kraang, only known as Prime through intercepted communications, raises a single red eye in their direction.

“Alright boys,” April says.  She swings the giant hammer until it sits heavily across her shoulders, glowing a dangerous green.  She abandoned the bat three years ago, left it buried at the base of Sunita’s grave and enchanted a new weapon from her own rage.  “Let’s finish this.”

The monstrosity kicks rubble out of its way, its face pulls into a dangerous scowl.  “Insolent worms!”  That fight destroys what little remains of the Technodrome.  They knew Prime would be strong.  It never appeared in many battlefields, but when it did decide to leave its castle, there was never anything left.  But now, Leo thinks.  He plants a foot into the flesh of the alien and stares down into hateful eyes.  

“You think you’ve won?” it coughs.  “No one defeats Kraang.  NO ONE!”

Leo doesn’t respond, doesn’t give it anything.  This monster doesn’t deserve his words.  Leo adjusts his good hand and brings the sword down with so much force that he screams.  The blade sinks deep into the mangled heart of the beast, but Leo keeps pushing.  He pushes until his hand meets the unmoving skin of Kraang Prime and then twists for good measure.  Leo yanks the weapon free of the corpse.  He falls back with a gasp.  He stares at the twisted organ these things call hearts.  Stares as it slips free of his weapon and then he’s crying.  They did it.  They did it.  They did it.

“Casey,” Donnie says.  “It-Its done.”

There’s an echo of gunfire before her voice breaks over the com with a sob.  “About fucking time,” she cries.  There’s an evil screech, the revving of an engine, and then a sickening squelch sings loudly over the com.  “Sister is dead,” she pants.  “They all are.”  

A roar builds outside the fallen ship and Leo grins at his family.  They didn’t come out of this battle unscathed.  April wraps a bandage tightly over a shaky limb.  Her hand lost to a powerful stomp before Donnie could get to her.  Raph’s right eye taken in a single swipe and the only thing stanching the blood of Donnie’s missing leg is a mystic construction that struggles to stay solid, but they made it.  They won and they’re alive.

A shoulder leans against his and Leo looks down into the face of his little brother.  He’s bleeding and leaking mystic power everywhere, but he’s grinning.  Leo adjusts his mangled right arm with a grunt but he’s grinning too.  “I don’t know about you,” he says, and for the first time in a long time, a joke comes naturally.  “But I could use a nap.”

April snorts, but her face is just as bright as everyone else.  She tightens the tourniquet and stumbles to her feet.  “Let get medical before I lose more than just this hand.”  

They fumble to their feet and it reminds him so much of old times that it hurts.  They lean on each other, Raph even pulls Donnie on his back, the big softy.  Donnie doesn’t complain, instead he laughs, and they all laugh with him.  They did it.  They spill out of the wreckage to a wave of cheers and hands bathed in blue medical gear, and Leo finally sees a future on the horizon.  

idk if anyone has gauged this yet but im pretty positive nyx and her clan have captured iapetus and are aiming to use him as a lure for nico in an overall attempt to topple olympus or something. like that’s what im guessing the villain plot is. if i don’t get my titans though im gonna be pissed

What if it’s Gritty in the urn

Next on the can I ship them list:

Britt and Jamie cuz GIRLS IN LOVE WE NEED MORE GIRLS IN LOVE OMFG

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes

just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks

there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.

edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.

#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite

no offence but the reason tumblr is “dying” is, well, yes, of course the cursed like/reblog ratio and the change in user behaviour (because of people being used to how instagram and tiktok work) BUT also the lack of weekly shows. i say it with my whole chest, they don't produce captivating and engaging stupid weekly tv shows anymore because streaming killed that so you have spikes of activity here when Something happens in general fandom or up to three days after a new season of whatever drops and then it's a wasteland. this is obviously an old woman yelling at a cloud missing supernatural and the vampire diaries and pretty little liars and all these other shows type of post but honestly give me back weekly tv shows where i have something to watch for 40 minutes almost every day of the week after work so then i can read and reblog it on tumblr give it back for the sake of my sanity

THE NOIR-HOBIE INTERACTIONS THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND ARE VERY REAL TO ME. SONY PLEASE PICK UP WHAT I’M PUTTING DOWN!!!

"I feel so normal about him" well I dont. move

If you want to write a dumb little story with a dumb little plot and ridiculously silly characters. No one's stopping you. Genuinely, no one should be allowed to stop you. Write that dumb story with your whole heart and don't hold back.

Yes, Greece still exists, we didn't all die 2000 years ago. Yes, people speak Greek. You people are so fucking stupid for real. So many of you claim to love ancient shit but can't even acknowledge the actual living culture of the people whose mythology and classics you romanticize. You keep leaving annoying comments about how you just forget Greek people still exist, thinking you're being quirky because you love ancient stuff soooo much that you forgot about the people it came from. You think about it so little you don't even realize that an actual Greek person has to read this shit, making it clear how little you actually care about the culture beyond the romanticized (and westernized) mythology. Don't claim you love Greece, don't use our mythology anymore if you can't acknowledge that we're still around without making it about how little you think about us. It's mind boggling that you'd think a Greek person would read this and think you're anything but obnoxious. Explode.

GOOD OMENS SEASON 3 IS HAPPENING SO I SHALL REPOST ALL OF MY GOOD OMENS ART IN CELEBRATION!! 🥳❤️

WAHOO!!!